Mr. Tsweet, meanwhile, could only express confusion when we tried to explain to him the concept of "privacy".
Mr. Tsweet, meanwhile, could only express confusion when we tried to explain to him the concept of "privacy".
Grand Dragons?
"Why, I could wallop you all day with this surgical 2x4 without ever knocking you down… But I have other appointments."
"The routine soul smear confirmed the presence of pure evil."
WESTNESS!
Oh, every week there's a toilet!
"Hell, I've got a kid myself, and today she's the hottest piece of tail you ever laid eyes on."
He'll now be going by the nickname Yozes.
Okay, but… that's the last straw.
y <= √x / 2
Yep, the math checks out.
*banjo flourish*
…and to the left.
♪ Jimmy Bo Horne and I don't care ♪
He can't control time.
"Eh, they never fall for it." -ElDan
Just wash them out with some hydrochloric acid.
"And on the fifteenth day, as I wandered the desert about to collapse from hunger and thirst, the great spirit appeared before me, and spoke to me of keeping workers dependent on low wages, ignoring safety precautions, and undercutting competitors to drive them out of business."
And thus Super Mario World came to be.
Or Michael Ian Black.